If God Is My Elm’s Great Roots

If God is my elm’s great roots burrowing deep for water but, as branches seek sun, might also want light, and so slowly begin rooting upward shouldering loose the path stones through the garden laid long ago and meant to stay, now making my path impossible;
Then I accept God’s judgment and leave the stones raised like unsettled grave markers to remind me that God may move slowly to undo all my familiar stepping stones telling me to start new paths with nothing more to mark my way than the trail of my own faint dewprints on the grass.